“No one travels the highways of success without ever crossing the byways of failures. God allows us to suffer and stumble so we remain strong and humble.”
I’ve finally grown up and matured. I understand that I cannot be perfect all the time.
Details soon. I’m in class hahaha
*wink*
Had an amazing weekend. It was kae’s retro debut last saturday, I super loved the music, the food and everything else. (Pictures coming soon). Watched the game last night, Kings won over Air21. Oh, did I tell you about thier amazing game versus SMB last wed? .. Wonderful;)
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Curiosity killed the cat…
it simply broke my heart.
Thanks to spending about two hours at the parlor yesterday, I couldn’t help but think of ways to answer the questions always being asked to those cover models. Like what do you do on your free day, what attracts you to the opposite sex( FAQs always seemed to be inclined to these questions) and so on. I decided to answer these questions and amusing what I’ve come up with. (And amusing how it ends with barney. My cynicism can be so evident.)
DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIVE WORDS
“Frank, Sensitive, Moody, Affectionate, Childlike.”
TOP FIVE THINGS YOU CARRY AROUND IN YOUR BAG
“Water. Ipod. Cellphone. Planner. A pen. Paper.”
FIVE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY
“Kids. Chocolates. Anything related to the 60’s era. New Books. Starbucks. Basketball Games (Goooo Kings!).
TOP FIVE FAVORITE SONGS”Going out of my head- Bob Darren. Don’t worry- Beach Boys. Your Song-Elton John. Man in the Mirror-Michael Jackson. Somewhere Out There” (My list of new songs changes every week so I’m sticking to my classics list”)
TOP FIVE FAVORITE MOVIES
“Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (Willy, not Charlie. I haven’t seen that yet). Never Been Kissed (Do you remember the “Sorry it took me forever to get here” It never fails to make me cry!). Finding Neverland (still searching for my neverland). Clueless (what would the late 90’s be without clueless…tell me!). Sixteen Candles (how would we survive the clueless-less years without this one?!)
CHINITOS, MORENOS OR FOREIGN LOOKING?
“I can never answer that question in a specific manner. My taste in guys changes from time to time. It’s either I’d go for the super Moreno, super chinito or super foreign looking. In high school, I always fell for Chinito guys but after one particular chinito broke my heart I chose to stay away, Chinitos may not be for me.”
WHAT KIND OF GUYS ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO?
“ Guys who look neat and clean. It shows that he takes care of himself. I like guys who dresses simply but can carry himself well. Like EminEm, he could wear a white shirt, jeans and is still able to pull it off. I first notice the eyes and the smile, if a guy’s smiling all the time, that could be a good sign. But to me its more of how he presents himself to people, how he carries himself, that above all attracts me to a guy. If he’s confident and humble at the same time.”
WHAT MAKES THE ATTRACTION LAST?
“The guy’s personality and how he views life. If he’s stable, not just financially, but emotionally as well, then that’s a major plus. He has to have respect for my family and me. I don’t like guys who pretend to be perfect. I have never been attracted to perfection, I’d be inspired by it probably but I’d never be attracted to a guy who claims to be perfect. I never liked the “Austin Aames” kind of guy, I’m more into guys who are imperfect. That’s more interesting to me. I’d rather be with someone who shows me everything that he is, the flaws and everything. Perfection is just plain boring. Guys who accept their flaws are more inclined to be compassionate and sensitive. They hardly have egos, which is another thing I totally cannot deal with.”
WHAT IS A MAJOR TURN-ON?
“If he has respect for everyone around him. If he doesn’t act like the whole world should bow down whenever he passes by. He must also believe and put the Lord first in His life.”
WHAT IS A MAJOR TURN-OFF?”Egoistic Guys and those who go from one girl to another. If that isn’t sick then I don’t know what is.”
DATING PHILOSOPHY”I’d rather be alone than go out with a guy who has a little black book and goes out with everyone who’s wearing a skirt. I can live without such guys and I don’t think I’d agree to be just one of the many. I’d rather spend my entire life alone and un-kissed than be ruled over by a guy like that… But then again, which guy isn’t like that?”
The answer to my question:
BARNEY.
That’s why I love him so much.:)
In my alternate world… spending a Saturday indoors is better than going out and wasting my currently non-existent funds at the mall. In this world of mine, I’d rather spend time doing homework/ term projects which isn’t due until December or probably reviewing for the finals which is in the 3rd to the last week of December. Amazingly so, I don’t find this alarming about myself, I actually find it amusing because I used to dislike the idea of studying… or even staying at home on a Saturday, when you could be you know… at the mall, laughing with friends or something. That was five years ago. Oh man, I am so ancient.
In my alternate world… my parents aren’t the worst people on earth. Of course, I have that respect meant for the older and authoritative people in my life but I treat them more like my friends. I often tell them what’s wrong, listen to their advices, argue when I think that it’s wrong and be as frank as I could when ever the need for it arises. I love my parents. No matter how much we argue and fight over certain things (usually we argue about the simplest things and agree on the most difficult ones). I have been blessed and forever I am grateful. (Now, don’t go concluding that I am the perfect daughter because in my family of four siblings, I am usually the voice of reason, always finding ways to rebuttle whatever my parents have asked me to do. Ha! I’ve been that way ever since I was eleven).
In my alternate world… drinking isn’t fun. Okay, okay I totally have nothing against those people who truly enjoy drinking but it isn’t for me. And another confession, I drink once in awhile, bailey’s, san mig light and other drinks occasionally but again, I simply don’t go to parties just to get drunk. I was born to be this geek who enjoys staying at home, that might change when I’m older but for now. I’m happy with staying at home with my coffee.
In my alternate world…Brad Pitt isn’t hot. I simply don’t like guys who everyone is crushing on. I’m weird that way. As an example, I super liked Chris Evans after I saw Cellular last year, I really liked him…until Fantastic Four came out and everyone was ga-ga over him. I have no idea why, but this kind of mentality rooted from my Nsync days, I never liked Justin, it was Lance all the way.
In my alternate world… my life is okay. Despite me being the biggest geek and the lack of any romantic affiliations… I am happy. My life isn’t perfect ( a point I’ve never failed to mention in almost all of my entries) but I am happy with what has been giving. To me, my life is bliss and although I lack a lot of material things and other things that people might consider in order to have a perfect life… I wouldn’t trade places with anyone because to me… My alternate world is irreplaceable. There is only one Carla Bianca Velasquez Ravanes in the entire universe and when you look at it that way… Life is indeed radical:)
Life hasn’t been a smooth road lately. In fact, its been one helluva of a ride for the past three weeks. Its been so crazy, I’ve been experiencing just setbacks and high highs in a matter of 24 hours. The problems are really way too personal for me to write down even on my very own blog. I just don’t like going through the details of something as agonizing at this. But then again, there’s a reason for everything, I always believed in that but still there’s that sting. I am continually praying for it, for my life in general and how I face each situation that come my way.
I’m joyous though despite the pressure and the need for a break from all this insanity.
Boo-hoo.
Growing up and life in itself.
*sigh*
I just really don’t want to complain about it cause just like all the other things in this world…it too will pass.
(A shout out to kara and kae who listened to me rant last thursday. i love you both mwah!)
Okay. So who exactly is that girl?
Well, that’s me as of yesterday. I finally had my “virgin” hair colored.
Funny. I am seventeen and have only started my kakikayan stage.
I use concealer now (well, only because people have been bothering me about my “addict look”).
So there. I did it for me and not because I wanted to be cool (aheem).
Ohmg! I actually enjoy this stuff. Hahaha:)
An accident happened during the break of my contemp advg class earlier. The hinges of the lightning came off and fell on an empty chair. It could’ve caused major head injuries on the person seated on that chair.
That was my chair.
I am still shaken over it. If it fell five minutes earlier… I don’t even want to think about it.
Thank you Lord.
Sometimes, it takes moments like this one to realized how blessed one is.
Kings finally won last night:) It was so amazing. Now that is what I call basketball:)) hooot-hooott!;)
More about the game and all the exciting events soon. I just had to write down to tell you about the amazing win!:) Oh and I saw my two babies last night. They’re all so grown up and cute;)
More later.
Ideally, I pictured my high school years to be just like Rachel Leigh Cook’s in She’s All That. I also thought of myself as this geek who would later turn into a princess once my prince charming has come way.
High School is way over and still no prince charming in sight.
Ideally, I pictured myself at 17 as someone who is so sure of herself, insecurities could no longer bother her and life is picture perfect, one that even teen princess, Jennifer Love Hewitt would envy. (Give me a break, I was 13 when I made this assumption).
I’m seventeen, no where near perfection, although I am happy with myself, insecurities do come once and awhile to shake my otherwise normal existence.
Ideally, I saw myself at every cool party. Being the life of the party and going to one every week would make my teenage years perfect.
To begin with, I don’t even enjoy parties where drinking and making out is involved so I don’t care if I go or even if I’m invited to one.
Ideally, I want a guy to sweep me off my feet and make Romeo from Romeo and Juliet look like a wuss. I want a guy to introduce himself the minute he sees me and from that perfect moment, our friendship would start that would later on turn into a blossoming love story. One that has never been seen since Ever After was released. I would be courted and it would take a while before I give my “yes”.
To add to the humiliation of this stupid idealism, there was a specific guy involved. I did meet that guy but no sparks flew. I seriously had everything planned out, where our first date would be, how he would admit to liking me after a year of friendship. Yes, that’s me, the freak.
And also, I realized that courtship is a stupid ritual done by utterly superficial people. I actually think that dating is more appropriate. But I still don’t think that you should use dating as an excuse of getting…*tooot* without commitment, that IS one idealism that is totally totally irrational and dense.
Ideally, I dreamt of being asked to the prom in front of a lot of people. I so wanted that “proposal” to be during the flag ceremony back in high school. I would gush and say yes and feel like the prettiest person on earth.
If you’ve read some of my past entries then you probably know what happened to my prom.
Ideally, I just wanted life to be perfect. I want everything into place the minute I turned sixteen. I believed that everyone I would come in contact with would be good friends and my Freddie Prinze jr. has already arrived.
I’m seventeen and as I’ve said a million times, life isn’t perfect. I’ve realized that not everything in this universe revolves around me and that life wasn’t always as perfect as those made for TV movies I’m so fond of.
Life is difficult. Life is never perfect and was never intended to be.
That, I realized. I also realized that nothing would ever fit my out of this world idealisms. When I look at these idealisms now, I simply laugh at my innocence and folly(?).
This realization may be why I’ve been easier to myself and life in general. I no longer try to “cookie cut” the bad parts of my life just so I could pretend that everything is colorful and perfect. I’ve been living that life for so long and I’m sick of it. I make mistakes, I am a huge klutz and often speak without thinking when nervous. That’s me and if people love me for it, thank you, if not… well, I love you na nga lang. Hahaha. This is my life and I’m not ashamed to be transparent about it. I don’t intend to pretend to be perfect just so people could feel inferior. I have my good days and my bad days, I’ve learned to live with it.
Also, I realized that my criteria of perfection for my very own Freddie Prinze Jr. could never be filled by anyone on this planet. I was asking too much. I expected too much and hardly had tolerance for those who didn’t quite fit the criteria. Ideally, I wanted a relationship that would never hurt me. I chose to stay away because I didn’t want to get hurt. I was afraid of being hurt so I rather stay in my enclosed world drooling over Matt Long and Michael Rosenbaum. For the longest time, that was enough for me. Until, I snapped out of it and realized that how could I ever grow if I didn’t take the risk? A good friend of mine, Kara Arigo, also told me that I shouldn’t be afraid of pain because this is what would teach me compassion and the like. She was right. I should stop being a cynic. I should take the risk.
Which is why, slowly, I’m trying to let my guard down. It may take awhile to break down what took me years building, but at least I’ve already made the first step.
The Choco Duo Hyenas finally got to watch the game last Friday. (Hoot hoot, let’s go Kings. Kings won last Friday vs. Red Bull, next game is on Wednesday.) It was so fun (two words: “Sizzling Plate”) But of course since the duos were together, we noticed things out of the ordinary for us but prolly normal for the other people. But still, I swear there were a lot of screws loose. Off the court I mean.
1) EVERYBODY WAS DRESSED ALIKE.
I swear. Everyone were in halter tops, tank tops, tube tops and any other tops that doesn’t HIDE skin. Waaaayyyy low rise jeans toppled off with a HUGE BELT plus super high high heels, its plain danger to see them walk. Okay, to be nice some girls had the right and looked good in them but the others… Ho hum, I’m shutting up. Also, they all had face paint on, I’m so glad that with the not so good air conditioning at Cuneta, their faces didn’t melt.
“Saan ang party? Todo porma ah. Eh parang you’re just going to sit down and cheer once in awhile. At ba’t ang daming clown? Teka…may party nga ata.”
Tsk Tsk.
2) MOTHERS ACTUALLY ENCOURAGE THEIR DAUGHTERS TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH PLAYERS THUS MAKING THEM POTENTIAL GIRLFRIENDS.
As if the thought isn’t revolting enough, I’m going to explain. Minutes before the second game started, 2 girls and a mother plopped on the seats in front of us. Aside from them talking while standing up (hello.. I actually want to see what’s going on), what made me notice them is the fact that they were all wearing white shirts, make up that covered their faces and not accentuated them and had belts and sashes ( what if you watch a game, should you be wearing these accessories mentioned? Someone must’ve passed an order I missed to receive. Hehehe) It was as if their cheeks were going to blow up because it was so RED. I continued on with the game, until I overheard this conversation (who wouldn’t hear it? They chose to talk during the time the crowd wasn’t roaring.)
PUFFY POPSICLE GIRL 1: “Ma, maganda na ba ko?”
MOTHER OF PPG: “Oo naman.”
PPG 1: “Picture tayo ma!”
(And they go on clicking and clicking until…)
MOTHER OF PPG (In a high pitched tone, as if kinikilig): “Anak! Nakatingin sayo ung isang player!!!”
(As if this news would pay off the Philippines, the girl looks delighted and starts looking back at the said player. You know the drill. The “butterfly” eyes and such. Finally, the timeout ends and they go on with their conversation)
PPG 1: “Grabe! Tinignan niya ko!!” (flutter of eyes, the reason why I call them the “butterfly” eyes)
Finally, the crowds take pity on my ears and drowns out one of the stupidest conversations I’ve ever heard. That’s when Duo and I started talking about why these girls were all fully made up to enjoy a game and here are the conclusions we came up with.
NEWSFLASH:
Girls want to look “beautiful and model-like” because they want these players to look at them and praise them and all those cheesy stupid things people do when “infatuated”. Girls, listen up. I don’t think the best time to meet basketball players is during a game. It isn’t as if they’d jump out of the court just to introduce themselves. I don’t think anyone is stupid enough to risk their…oh, what’s that again? Oh yeah THEIR JOB just so he could praise you for your beauty (which is actually praising Mac or Revlon or whatever makeup you girls use). Hey, they’ve got to earn a living after all. Guys are egoistic enough in general, what more if they have all these girls falling at their feet? Oh yeah, ego meter going WAY UP THERE. Girls, come on…even WE don’t like guys who flirt with everyone. Who takes a flirt seriously huh? Show me that person and I will surely whack that person in the head. It’s pure logic. If that person can do it to you (be aggressive and flirty and such) what assurance do you have that they wouldn’t do it to the next HOT PERSON who comes along?
CONCLUSION 2:
You don’t have to try so hard to get noticed. Look your best at the simplest way possible. Accentuate your best features but don’t spend every waking moment trying to catch the next hot guy at tow (not just basketball players here). It won’t do you any good. You’d only get hurt because HELLO nobody gets EVERYONE. Even as girls, not all of us finds Brad Pitt hot. We only need ONE GUY NOT TWENTY FIVE! And also because when you bump into him, trust me on this, he wouldn’t care if you’re wearing face paint or not, instead he’ll just have this nerve ignited and know that you’re the one. How would this happen? Well, if something is meant to happen…it will! And you know what? If its for real … no matter what SEVENTEEN magazine says… then it simply won’t depend on how you look or how much junk you spread on your face. At the end of the day… it’s all about substance baby!
